My very first spin class, fifteen years ago, was amazing and terrifying. The instructor, who later became my mentor and dear friend, just about killed me - but in a good way. I had never been challenged mentally and physically in that way. I was hooked.

Indoor cycling became a place for me to find clarity and strength. Doing hard things on the bike translated into doing hard life things; infertility, birth, illness, adoption. Hard wasn't just hard, it was also beautiful. I could see the bittersweet goodness in the struggle. Pushing through a 30 second sprint or a 15 minute threshold translated into persevering in the hard things life promises.

Hard wasn't just hard, it was also beautiful. I could see the bittersweet goodness in the struggle.

The friendships I've found on the bikes are some of my most treasured. People that choose health, people that work hard, people that show up every week, people that expect me to show up every week. There is an unspoken camaraderie that is formed. We work together, pushing one another forward...encouraging, challenging, motivating.

This is why I ride.